I was at it again…banging my head on the table that is. The only thing worse than this was having to come back six hours before my shift to watch the party because apparently as it got closer to closing time the animatronics sometimes got out of control. I checked the time feeling my stomach growl as if on cue.

It was already Five thirty. I always ate early to ease my hunger when I woke up later in the day. "Only thirty more minutes." I decided to sit back in the chair and ignore them all until it was time for me to leave. It was a few moments later I felt a presence. I opened my eyes to see a boy taller than me with balloons in his hands and a sign that said balloons. It was the balloon vender. He was definitely older than me or the same age. He stared at me with a smile on his face. "Hi." His voice echoed and it wasn't a kid voice it was a teen boy's voice. "H-hello?" I ignored him to shine my flashlight in the hallway but found it missing. He put his sign in the other hand and held my flashlight. He held it and then emptied out the batteries throwing my flashlight into the vent. I gave a crooked smile licking my teeth with my mouth closed. I pulled out another flashlight that I had as a back up, "Ha ha very funny but check this out." I shined it in his face and he squinted looking away. I let it sit there for a while probably annoying him half to death.

I turned it to the hallwayto find no one there. He then began to laugh. His laugh echoed and it sounded nice but he was trying to draw attention. It was the same laugh over and over again. Not as annoying as it could've been. Like if he were a child. When it was five fifty I yawned. "You should give up kid no ones coming." He glared at me and looked down the hall. There was no one there. He looked back at me staring at the flashlight in my hand. 'That can't be good.' He got onto the table trying to reach for the flashlight. I pulled it backwards above my head and he leaned forward. "Give me the flashlight!" So he could speak. I pushed the rolling chair back some to gain more distance until he fell off of the table right on me knocking me out of the chair. We fell with a loud thump but surprisingly I still wasn't ambushed by the others. I opened my eyes. I wanted to rub my head but found myself pinned. Not only that but I felt lips on mine they were very cold. 'Foxy.' I felt tears pull at my eyes. He opened his ice blue eyes staring at me not moving. 'Foxy!'' I pushed him off panting. 'I love Foxy.'

One of my weaknesses. My heart belonged to Foxy even though he was gone and even though he was gone he was still with me in my heart. He held his head and stared at me. I felt as if I were hyperventilating. He went to glare at me but saw the state I was in. He walked over to me and kneeled to my level helping me up. "You're lucky your not dead! Foxy should've come." I turned to look at Foxy's body guiding his eyes in the same direction. "He won't be anymore and you can't make a new one or turn him back on. He's gone." I said still trying to get over what just happened. He grabbed my arm nearly breaking my arm bone and roughly pulled me over to the corner of the room. I looked at the floor only to feel something tied onto my wrist. I looked up to see the colorful, floating object. "A balloon?" He nodded. "They make children happy." "I'm not a child." "You used to be right?!" He basically yelled. I nodded quickly. He crossed his arms. "Besides you're not crying anymore." He was right I wasn't.

"You're a human aren't you?! Why do you work for Bonnie?" I asked. He looked down balling his pale hands into fists. I noticed his brown hair sticking under the propeller cap was in great shape as if he did it everyday. And if he was human he had to have a change of clothes right. "I'm not a human anymore!" I stared at him bug eyed. "Not human anymore? But that's impossible. What're you saying?" I prodded. He looked up at me noticing my expression and turned away. "I kill humans you know. So why do you care?" I shrugged like I always did when not wanting to answer a question. "I just want to know." He shook his head. "I'm a freak, I know you think so! I only came to kill you I didn't come to let you hear about my life!" "But you're here not killing me anyway right so why not?" He grit his teeth sinking his nails into his hands and I saw a trail of dark velvet red coming from his hands. I grabbed them and forcefully took his nails out of his skin. "You're hurting yourself! If you don't treat your body right it'll rot away you know." I took out some spray out of my pocket. "That's not going to work." He said. I ignored him spraying the cut. I wrapped bandages around his hands. He looked down at his hands as I worked on them. "Being this kind to people you don't know will get you killed." I shrugged again. "I trust people to easily too but sometimes it's the better thing to do." I smiled sadly looking down at my work. I was beginning to slow down. "It's best to let people in rather than to push everyone away. It's the right thing to do…even if it'll get me killed." I looked deep into his eyes with a small sad smile.

Balloon Boy's Pov

I could see the sadness in her eyes as she spoke, even if she was smiling she couldn't hide it; especially when a tear began to fall down her face. "I can see the goodness in you. Even if you're blind to it. I'm not a shining star though but I know you can be good. It just takes time. So if you want to kill me you can but I won't just let you. I'll put up a fight. However even if it comes to that, I want you to know even after I'm gone you can still do good ok?" I could only stare at her. I could feel something deep inside of me telling me to do something to her. Something that wasn't vicious and it scared me. I looked at her again as she began to speak. "There's good in you Balloon Boy."

My Pov

He took a step back and ran down the hallway disappearing. I noticed it was already six ten. I packed up my stuff and headed home. I passed balloon boy. He stood absolutely still not even looking at me. I smiled nonetheless and walked out of the room and out the main entrance. It was going to be a long year.